They peeped at him in a very unpleasant way. Then he saw his reflection in a window pane. He froze. A fuchsia Hawaiian shirt... pink shorts... pink flip flop? A few minutes ago, Wendy had pinned his ID on his gray jacket lapel... He knew it for sure. What the hell...
"Napoleon...", a familiar voice hissed. He turned to his partner and gasped. Illya was hiding behind the door. He wore white dance tights, blue tee-shirt... ballet shoes, a flower in his hair. He looked desperate.
"Mooooomyyyyy! She took my UNCLE dolls! She dressed them with her Ken's clothes!"